Deep in the heart of the forest
Hidden from time and reality
The gentle sunlight
Loses its power here
No breath of wind ever touched a blade of grass
No living creature ever touched the moss
That like a velvet carpet
Stifles every sound
The gnarled roots of the trees
Their furrowed faces
Watch over this place
Heavy, almost tangible air
A sea of u200bu200bsilence
Lying between the tribes
Nourished by thousands of years of untouched
Existence
The gnarled roots of the trees
Their furrowed faces
Watch over this place
A dull twilight light
Whose splendor consists only in itself< br/>Bedges the place in a cloak of
unreality